‘Poet Mother’ and other poems by Felicia McCarthy

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Reading the Omens

 
A chorus of voices called, No!
when I reached for the latch
Don’t let her out, she’ll die.
 
A monarch hatched from the rafters.
Her orange and black wings a mirror
to the hot coals that waked her.
 
A trail of twisted cobweb sported flies
as if it were a kite tail tied with bows
and she ready to be launched to the sky.
 
Though we turned away,
she is with me still, as
I plan for the days ahead.
 
Take this as written:
when my time comes,
to hatch from this body
 
I want you to open the window.
 
First published in Boyne Berries 18, in the autumn of 2015
Published online at Trevor Conway’s website; Poems in Profile #17 (April, 2016-07-15)


Let Morning Come

(after Jane Kenyon)
 
Let the street lamps blink out,
the lights of…

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